Chapter 51 Aria

• Aria
• I yawn as I run the scriptagain. My vision is starting to blur, I’m that exhausted. The hours we’ve been spending at the office in the last couple of weeks are unreal, and it isn’t even enough. We’re nearly at the finish line, though. The project is nearly done.
• I rise from my seat and head toward the coffee machine, needingsomethingto keep me awake. I place my cup in the machine and mindlessly press the buttons. At this point. I don’t care what type of coffee it is, though I suspect muscle memory will result in yet another double espresso. I don’t even like coffee that isn’t mostly sugar, but I’m desperate. I worked through the night last night, and though I know the sun has since risen, I have no clue what time it is. Early morning, I guess.